back up on stage after a very long break. oooh the jitters. dont know man, dont know. just my army boys and i. oh no, but no bass tmr.
YES. i got us room three. now who's your daddy.
music is like medicine. it starts off with small and light dosages. and slowly, it doesnt satisfy. they start getting larger, heavier and more frequent. in a hopeless attempt to doctor a perpetual disease. then we can all start using the phrase. "as medicinal as music" or "as musical as medicine". similes, if i remember my O level literature correctly.
i love you, section people! lets gather like that more often.
who's to know if your soul will fade at all the one you sold to fool the world.
perfection at 6:38 PM
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
i shall just apologize now, its just not me. given a choice, i'd rather not put all the smiley faces and the "haha"s in messages. but if i dont, people think i'm not interested, serious and ask me to chill. especially when my sarcarsm gets involved. or if i put an exclamation mark, they think i'm shouting. PLEASE. but if i do happen to use the smiles and laughs, i really mean them.
my my, the stuff we're doing for grad. appreciation, yes? man i dont know. all of a sudden, i feel like ponning grad.
time is running out. our time is running out.
always keep me under finger thats the spot where you might linger might see some type of pleasure in my mind.
perfection at 7:33 AM
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Friday, November 23, 2007
so many things to do. where do i start.
babe, i've had my dead ends. i can be paid lip service. something done follows something said. accomplishing the latter calls no credit. my word is solid. thats why i delivered.
man i'm fat. i should stop taking major exams like this.
and about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged i'm sorry honey but i'm passing up now look this way.
perfection at 5:27 AM
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
alright, jieming. i'm sorry i havent been blogging. too caught up.
well i'm 3 days to freedom. seems everything's happening on the 20th this month. my papers officially end. my mom's birthday. my dad's leaving for israel.
there is no more twinkle. no more spark. what takes over, a pair of smoked panes. all that matters blurred into one. and then, that one thing. doesnt matter much anymore.
i take it back, brad pitt is so not overrated. he is really, really handsome.
oh my gosh. i've got my archives and was reading some of the stuff i wrote back then. and i realised something. i actually had the time to notice A LOT of random stuff around me and blog about them. haha, you should really catch an entry or two. i dont even believe i wrote some of those entries.
did you know what you were doing. did you know. did you know how you would move me. well i dont really think so.
lying on the grass now dancing for the stars maybe one will look on down and tell us who we are we might fall.
perfection at 6:45 PM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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